Downpour (Alpha Love - A Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance Book 1) by Olivia Stephens Page B
Authors: Olivia Stephens
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shirtless too, but she’s too shocked to be distracted by that now.
“What are you doing here?” Ashton is breathing heavily and looking angry, like he’s not able to get that temper he’d told her about under control.
Sofie’s mouth opens and closes without making a sound. She doesn’t feel like she could reply even if she had wanted to. All she can do is take one step away from Ashton and then another and then another. When there’s some distance between them, she looks at him again.
“You’re hurt.” It’s a statement of fact; there’s no emotion behind it.
Sofie looks down at her knees, seeing they’re grazed and bloody from where she fell. However, she doesn’t feel any pain; all she feels is fear and confusion.
“What are you going to do to me?” It takes a huge amount of effort to force the words out of her mouth. Her teeth are chattering, and she feels like she’s frozen to her core. The scientific, rational side of her brain knows that she’s exhibiting standard symptoms of shock. However, the side of her brain that seems to be in control of her right now is panicking.
“What did you see?” Ashton’s eyes seem like they’re burning through her, like he can see exactly what she’s thinking, like he can see right through to her very soul. She can’t reconcile the man in front of her with the man that she was flirting with at the bar earlier that night. The person in front of her has been involved in a slaughter. A man had been killed like an animal.
The memory of what she’d seen floods through her mind, and it’s like she’s watching it happen all over again. She backs away from Ashton. She has to get away, whatever it was that she saw, something is very wrong. Before her fear can take over, she gets her legs working again, turning and running away. But the ground is muddy from the torrential rain that fell that day. It only takes one false step and she finds herself falling again. As her head hits the hard ground, everything goes dark.
Through the blackness, Sofie is vaguely aware of movement, like she’s being carried but on something like a blanket. Her arms and bare legs register softness beneath her, like the smoothest fur you could imagine. She feels the wind in her face, but when she tries to open her eyes she can’t quite manage it. The dull ache in the back of her head makes her suddenly nauseous, and she drifts back into oblivion.
CHAPTER NINE
Sofie opens her eyes slowly and then she remembers why she’d been keeping them shut. The light hurts her eyes, and she feels the sudden, urgent desire to be sick. She rolls onto her side and takes a look at the room around her. She doesn’t recognize it at all, not even a little bit. Nothing seems familiar.
She’s lying on a chocolate-colored couch, and her hand dangles over the side, touching a soft, white rug. The feel of it brings back the sensation she had while she was asleep—of being on top of something silky as fur. The rug must be what she was remembering. She tries to think back to how she ended up here in this unknown place, but her head hurts too much to concentrate on anything. She gets flashes of images but nothing clear. She remembers being in the bar, the fight that broke out, and then going into the woods, but it’s like there’s something just beyond her reach, something she can’t quite grasp hold of.
“How’s the head?” The voice comes from behind her, and she turns around gingerly, her head aching in protest. When she sees Ashton’s face, that’s when the events of the night come rushing back to her. She pushes herself up from the sofa and backs up, getting as much distance between them as she can before she hits the wall.
“I made you some tea; it should help with the headache.” Ashton acts as if he hasn’t seen her reaction, setting the steaming mug down on the wooden coffee table and taking a few steps towards her.
“Where have you
“What are you doing here?” Ashton is breathing heavily and looking angry, like he’s not able to get that temper he’d told her about under control.
Sofie’s mouth opens and closes without making a sound. She doesn’t feel like she could reply even if she had wanted to. All she can do is take one step away from Ashton and then another and then another. When there’s some distance between them, she looks at him again.
“You’re hurt.” It’s a statement of fact; there’s no emotion behind it.
Sofie looks down at her knees, seeing they’re grazed and bloody from where she fell. However, she doesn’t feel any pain; all she feels is fear and confusion.
“What are you going to do to me?” It takes a huge amount of effort to force the words out of her mouth. Her teeth are chattering, and she feels like she’s frozen to her core. The scientific, rational side of her brain knows that she’s exhibiting standard symptoms of shock. However, the side of her brain that seems to be in control of her right now is panicking.
“What did you see?” Ashton’s eyes seem like they’re burning through her, like he can see exactly what she’s thinking, like he can see right through to her very soul. She can’t reconcile the man in front of her with the man that she was flirting with at the bar earlier that night. The person in front of her has been involved in a slaughter. A man had been killed like an animal.
The memory of what she’d seen floods through her mind, and it’s like she’s watching it happen all over again. She backs away from Ashton. She has to get away, whatever it was that she saw, something is very wrong. Before her fear can take over, she gets her legs working again, turning and running away. But the ground is muddy from the torrential rain that fell that day. It only takes one false step and she finds herself falling again. As her head hits the hard ground, everything goes dark.
Through the blackness, Sofie is vaguely aware of movement, like she’s being carried but on something like a blanket. Her arms and bare legs register softness beneath her, like the smoothest fur you could imagine. She feels the wind in her face, but when she tries to open her eyes she can’t quite manage it. The dull ache in the back of her head makes her suddenly nauseous, and she drifts back into oblivion.
CHAPTER NINE
Sofie opens her eyes slowly and then she remembers why she’d been keeping them shut. The light hurts her eyes, and she feels the sudden, urgent desire to be sick. She rolls onto her side and takes a look at the room around her. She doesn’t recognize it at all, not even a little bit. Nothing seems familiar.
She’s lying on a chocolate-colored couch, and her hand dangles over the side, touching a soft, white rug. The feel of it brings back the sensation she had while she was asleep—of being on top of something silky as fur. The rug must be what she was remembering. She tries to think back to how she ended up here in this unknown place, but her head hurts too much to concentrate on anything. She gets flashes of images but nothing clear. She remembers being in the bar, the fight that broke out, and then going into the woods, but it’s like there’s something just beyond her reach, something she can’t quite grasp hold of.
“How’s the head?” The voice comes from behind her, and she turns around gingerly, her head aching in protest. When she sees Ashton’s face, that’s when the events of the night come rushing back to her. She pushes herself up from the sofa and backs up, getting as much distance between them as she can before she hits the wall.
“I made you some tea; it should help with the headache.” Ashton acts as if he hasn’t seen her reaction, setting the steaming mug down on the wooden coffee table and taking a few steps towards her.
“Where have you
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